President, you're just a spare tire

Chapter 170 Unswerving Until Death: Cruel

Two red lines, positive, are...pregnant.

In the dead of night, when the family fell asleep, Chang Yihuan felt cold in his heart under the dizzy bathroom light.This time, I couldn't adjust my mood well.

Shocked and hesitant, she endured it alone all the time, and the grievances piled up in her heart, building up higher and higher, and finally, the embankment collapsed.

Chang Yihuan wiped away her tears and came out of the bathroom, walked through the dark corridor and returned to her room, holding the phone firmly in her hand, leaning against the door, she slowly dialed Su Yaoyang's private number.

At the other end is the father of her child, but this woman has no sweetness or expectation in her heart. Apart from anxiety, there is only another voice turning in her mind: Will he refuse again?He was already so cruel, so why not add it again.

For the first time, the phone went through.

Neither side spoke, as if they were listening to each other's breathing.

Chang Yihuan didn't know what to say, her nose was constricted, her speech seemed to be choked up, intermittently, even she couldn't hear clearly: "I will go to you the day after tomorrow, let's meet, I have something very important to tell you. "

Su Yaoyang still didn't speak, the silence was meaningful, Chang Yihuan thought he agreed, and didn't give him a chance to say words that tortured her, so she hung up the phone.

She leaned against the back of the door, her neck hanging, and did not move for a long time.

At the same time, Moge,
Under the reddish light, Su Yaoyang was deeply drunk.He looked at the number and picked up the phone, but there was a buzzing in his ears all the time, and he couldn't hear what the other party said, and he turned a deaf ear to the busy tone that sounded afterwards.

He was really drunk. Alcohol paralyzed his mind and let go of his defenses. That's why he said: "Yihuan, I love you, come back..."

On the second day, Chang Yihuan went to the hospital early in the morning, and the results of the examination were unmistakable. Chang Yihuan sat on a bench in the hospital corridor holding the receipt, rubbing her flat belly.

Mommy will definitely not be so stupid this time. Mommy will let you have parents and a complete family at birth, and will not let you suffer any grievances.

She was sent out of the Tang residence by Tang Jiyao with a smile on her face. Tang Jiyao was worried about her and put her luggage into the taxi for her. He nodded her forehead and said, "It's getting more and more troublesome when you look sad all of a sudden, and then you feel better all of a sudden. got you."

Tang Jiyao is now in a relationship with a girl named Yi Xiaosu. Although Tang Jiyao said he doesn't like that girl, Chang Yihuan can tell that Yi Xiaosu looks at his brother with admiration and obsession.

What Chang Yihuan owed him, let this girl make up for it.

Dear brother, you must be happy, you are my dearest brother
Tang Jiyao always regarded her as a child. The weather in October and the child's face changed as they said.

Chang Yihuan opened his arms and hugged him: "Help us succeed!"

Tang Jiyao didn't know what she was talking about, and felt a little helpless, but he still obeyed her, "Well, well, I wish us success."

The mountain road was a little bumpy, but when it became a little smoother, Chang Huan got out of the car and vomited as soon as he unfastened his seat belt, as if his stomach was going to be empty.

Fortunately, the time was not very long, and the car quickly walked on the stable asphalt road. Looking at the golden osmanthus outdoors, Chang Yihuan's vision and mood suddenly brightened.

No matter what she did to make Su Yaoyang unhappy, for the sake of the child, he should forgive himself, at least, he should give the child a chance.

The taxi braked suddenly, and Chang Yihuan was caught off guard, and slammed into the passenger seat. There was a soreness in her nasal cavity, and she almost burst into tears.

Someone opened the car door, and before Chang Yihuan came and saw who it was, she had already been dragged out of the car.

"Chang Yihuan, where do you want to go?"

That voice made Chang Yihuan tremble with fear.

Su Yaoyang and Gu Manluo's marriage is approaching. Gu Manluo is lying on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling aimlessly. The incision after the operation has gradually healed, but the wound on the heart is still tearing the heart and lungs, and the pain goes all the way to the bone.

The doctor removed the stitches and re-bandaged the wound. Su Yaoyang came in with a large bouquet of roses, and handed them to her, "For you, do you like it?"

Gu Manluo stretched out her hand, sat up with support, put the roses on the side table, and smiled all over her face.

"Yang, the weather is so nice today, I want to go out for a walk." She smiled and opened her hands to him.

Now she is a patient, and a patient has privileges. If she doesn't enjoy it at this time, she may never have another chance in this life.

Su Yaoyang borrowed a wheelchair, pushed her out, and covered her with a thin blanket.

The sunshine at the end of September is very warm, without the enthusiasm of summer, but with a touch of coolness.

Su Yaoyang pushed Gu Manluo on the smooth path, and the petals of the sweet-scented osmanthus fell and landed on her blue and white striped hospital gown.

Gu Manluo picked up an sweet-scented osmanthus, a small yellow flower, lying in her palm like a grain of rice.

Su Yaoyang stopped in front of a rose flower, "Man Luo, you will be my bride in a few days, are you happy?"

He didn't have the courage to face her eyes, so he rested his chin on the top of her head and asked softly.

Gu Manluo threw away the yellow sweet-scented osmanthus in her palm, and turned to look at him, "I am a person with no future, why do you still want to marry me?"

"... "

Su Yaoyang didn't dare to look her in the eyes, forced a smile, "Because I love you, and you love me too..."

Why do you sound so sad when you say something against your will?
Facing a person I don't love, why don't I have that kind of heart-wrenching feeling when talking sweet words?

He withdrew his hand and put it in his pocket, "Man Luo, don't think so much, let me arrange everything, and you can be my bride with peace of mind."

Looking at Gu Manluo, who had not lost much hair due to chemotherapy, he knew that he was doomed to disappoint Chang Yihuan.

Even if he loves her again, what's the use?

It was only a turning distance, and she became Su Yaohui's woman.

Is his Su Yaoyang's love so cheap?

He doesn't hate Chang Yihuan, he just hates the feeling of being hurt by the person he cares about the most.

Since he was a child, his father abandoned him. In this world, he can't even trust his biological father, let alone a woman without any blood relationship?
He obviously loves that woman so much, he pampers and dotes on her in his own way, but what she gave him was a fatal blow.

He will never forget the feeling of being hurt by the person he loves the most.

"Yang, look at me, okay?" Gu Manluo begged him with her face raised.

Su Yaoyang turned around, knelt down in front of Gu Manluo, and looked into her eyes.

"Yang, I'm a dying person..." When Gu Manluo said this, tears welled up in her eyes, she swallowed them stubbornly, and turned her eyes to the distance.

Su Yaoyang reached out his hand to wipe her tears, "Man Luo, don't talk nonsense, the current medical skills are so advanced, there is no incurable disease!"

(End of this chapter)